Hi! I'm Nuke. AKA The Nuclear Bomb. I'm a outdoorsy water dog. Anything that's thrown? I'm on it. Any feline that dares cross my path? I love it. Anyone? Anytime. I love to meet new canines... although I am very partial to felines.

I originally came from the local Animal Shelter as a pup. No sad story. I was just a part of a litter of puppies that someone couldn't care for. And that she didn't want my momma to have me and my siblings but she couldn't afford a spay. Momma always still says that she's sorta glad that old lady didn't do it because then she wouldn't have had the most wonderful dog in the whole wide world. Momma adopted me a week after she moved here to South Carolina. Said she couldn't go more than a week without a dog in her new home. She had always had dogs, but they were her parents dogs so it was time to get her own. Boy am I glad she moved here!

I'm a water dog and I LOVE having my picture taken. I think I've calmed down a whole lot these past 6 months or so. I used to be crazy. But it was all that puppy going crazy in me.

I love to meet new pals so hit me up!

My name is Malice. Although, since I'm suuchhh a big preppie perfectionist, my mommy calls me Malibu. I have a biiggg thing with ducks. Plastic. I wouldn't touch those filthy live things. I am a great example of how obvious it is that just the name Rottie brings fear in people. Did that make sense? What I meant to say is that I love everyone. Everyone doesn't love me though...juussttt because I'm a Rottweiler. They never take the time to get to know me. Pah.

I'm a serial charmer and always happy to meet new dog and human pals with a waggin' nub.

Typhoon was probably the best dog that we ever had. Sadly, he died at a young age. Typooh was HBC and X-Rays concluded that nothing could be done to repair his broken back and damaged nerves. He would have been a pain-filled vegetable for the rest of his life if we were selfish enough to make him live.

The worst part is, the person that hit him never stopped. How hard is it to miss a 90lb Rottweiler? Better yet... how hard is it to not feel yourself hit a 90lb Rottweiler and not stop?! Thankfully, someone that was behind the truck that hit Typhoon stopped and let us know.

Typhoon was the dog that had little kids riding on his back around the yard. He was a very, very lazy dog (which we absolutly adored!). He was always very content coming inside and sleeping at our feet. :)

We miss you, Typhoon. We'll never forget the joy you brought us every single day. <3 <3

Ok, ok, ok - What to say.... Ummmmm. What were we talking about agian? Oh RIGHT! Me! Well, I was found by animal control about a year before I found my forever home. They couldn't catch me for that long. Could you blame me for running from them? Big men chasing me, my left front leg was hurting. I just thought they were going to hurt me more! - Boy was I wrong. They caught me and took me to some place where there were a bunch of dogs and one really, really nice lady who I call momma now <3 - One day they took me out of my kennel and put me on a table, next thing I knew, I was awake in the kennel and the pain in my leg was gone! AND SO WAS THE LEG! You wouldn't beliieeeveeee how confused I was! It didn't take long before my new momma took me home with her.

I've been living here for about 4 months now. I can pretty well keep up with the rest of the gang, but they just ignore me most of the time. Most of the time momma and daddy call me "retard" and laugh. I don't get the joke though! They say I'm loud and obnoxious and daddy won't let me sleep on the bed. But momma usually waits until he's asleep and tells me to get up behind her. Hahah! I love my new life  here, there's so much to do and smell and no pain anymore! I still don't understand why my last owners never took care of me like momma does. Maybe they just didn't love me as much!